Wow! It hardly seems possible. If you read the first "episode" of this story you must have noticed the date it was written – April 2006 !! That's when I first submitted it to Nifty ... and it took them a while to figure out which category to place it under. Based on it's name, I had suggested it go under "Beginnings", but they thought otherwise and eventually it found it's way into the archives under "Rural". Well.. that's as good as anyplace, and, yes, it was about "on the farm" and most of the rest of the story will take place in a rural' setting even though at the end of Part 1, I had moved "back to town". The truth is that most of my beginnings' and encounters' back then did occur somewhere outside of town' so it really was `in a rural setting'. I also guess, now, that Nifty was right!! (I've certainly gotten some response!)
Oh... yeah... it's time to do the `legal warning' stuff. If you are under-age, or in a geo-political situation that prohibits your reading "homo-erotica", or you are not accepting of that form of prose ... find the bloomin' "BACK" button !!!!
`Nuff said??? Well it is for me ... so on to the next installment.
True Beginnings -Part 2 "In the hayloft" by CNJshore9
As I said in the first part, I grew up for some of my more formative years on a farm in the southern U.S.. Of course, at the time, what I seemed to remember were the draw-backs – not being able to go over to friend's house after school because, in a time when the idea of a 2-car family was just unheard-of, I had to catch the school bus back out into the country and things like that. Looking back now, however, the perceptions are quite different. I had a very good life with lots of experiences that other kids missed – or didn't find out until much later.
One of those was heterosexual sex !!! OMG!! You may think... this is "homo" erotica. Why is he using the `het'-word !?!?! Well...it happened!! But so did a bit more !!
It was a couple years after Sammy and I had discovered the fun of docking, and a year or so before his accident, and we were, of course, still "at it" whenever we could. That was the year my father decided that he needed someone with a bit more experience at farming than he had. (he had NONE! And I still, to this day, have no idea why he decided to try it!) Anyway, he figured that he needed to hire a "field foreman" to take care of things and help teach him the ropes. So that's what he did.
Now when you turned onto our farm road off the highway, it was nearly a quarter mile down to our house. The road, however, continued on down past another, smaller house, which had been vacant since we moved there, and then past the tractor shed, the `blacksmith' shop, the barn, and, finally, the row of 6 or 8 share-croppers' houses. (for those of you not familiar with the term/concept, a "share-cropper" was a man, and his family, who worked for you and was given a place to live and a few acres of land to tend on his own and grow food or crops as a supplement what he was paid for his farm chores.)
...but, let's cancel the political history lesson, and back to the story...
The new field-foreman and his family moved into the house just down the road from our's. It turned out that he had a 12 year-old daughter and a 15 year-old son. ...and, naturally, the plot thickened...
I, of course, got to know the new kids, but they were so much older than I, that we didn't really associate that much. I was only 9.
Well, we didn't `associate' until one hot, summer day that I had climbed up to the hayloft in the barn and was just lying back on a few bales of hay when Linda, the daughter, climbed up the ladder and joined me.
We sat around for a while. I have no idea now what the conversation was, but the next thing I knew, she said something about it "being damned hot up here" and proceeded to strip off all her clothes. I had never seen a naked girl before, and there she was! Her breasts had begun to develop – at least they sure did look big to me; and, holy shit!, she had a patch of brown hair on top of her crotch!!! That's when she lay back on some hay bales, spread her legs, and began to rub her hand between her legs. It was the first time I had seen a `real pussy'!!! I didn't know what to do!!!
My chin must have dropped to somewhere south of my navel!!
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "You live on a farm! You've seen mares' pussies, and heifers' pussies, and sows' pussies! Why is mine so different!?!"
"But those are just `breeding holes'," I tried to explain, spluttering through it all.
"And what do you think this is?" she countered.
"well... uuhnnnhmmmm... I can't `breed' yet. I don't make sperm."
"So... your so-called breeding holes' – or pussies' – can be used just for fun too. It can feel really good!"
"Oh..." I blindly concluded, having no idea where things were going from here.
Sure... some of the guys in my class (the big' 5th grade!) and I had talked about those things. We had even come up with some fantasy of opening a gas station and having a special treat' for our customers that if you bought 5 gallons, a girl would come out and show you her tits; and if you bought 10 gallons you got to touch them; and if you bought 15 gallons, she'd show you her pussy. But, truthfully, none of us had ever gotten to really see such !!
Now, here I was, face-to-face ... or is that face-to-snatch ... with a real pussy!!
Oh, fuck! What do I do now !?!?
That's when she said "come over here."
I moved over next to her.
She said, "put your hand between my legs."
Not knowing what else to do (should I run or just stand here and shit?)... I walked over to her and did as she asked. I put my hand in there and for the first time in my life, actually felt a girl's pussy, and I guess instinct took over because I began to rub my hand back-and-forth over it.
The next thing I knew, she had reached out and was fingering my teeny, tiny, little prick. To this day, I don't remember how big it was, but I think it was about the size of my little finger now; and it got as hard as little nail!
That's when she said, "put your finger in there."
I didn't really realize that there really was a hole in there, but did as told; and the next thing I knew, my finger had disappeared into her.
"Oh, yeah!" she sighed. "Now poke it in and out."
Being a young and, I guess, a somewhat subservient kid, I did as instructed.
I started to poke that finger in and out. Then for some reason, I added a second finger and started to speed it up and poke harder and faster and deeper. I was really beginning to get into this new experience!
The next thing I knew, she was starting to mew like a kitten and her head was rolling side-to-side. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she kept repeating.
Then she said, "take your finger out and put your dick in there!"
"My what?" I asked.
"Your dick. Your weenie. Your little thing there between your legs!"
"hmmm" I thought, "that's strange... But what the hell."
So I pulled my finger(s) out, moved up to between her legs as she moved forward on the hay bales until her slit was right at the edge, and poked my "wee-wee" into the wet, red, lips of that ugly thing between her legs!
It was only about 30 seconds before she said, "no... put your finger back in. It's bigger !" I didn't even know that I had just been insulted !!!
Anyway, I poked my fingers back in and started to move them in and out – and even added a third one – until she began to make all sorts of frightening noises and then lifted her ass up off the hay as she moaned like she was dying! That scared hell out of me!!! Then she flopped back down on the hay and managed to say, "thanks... let's do this again."
I wasn't too sure just what "this" meant, or that I wanted to do that again, but said, "sure."
She then got up and got dressed, went down the ladder, and left.
...and that's when the real fun began...
That's when John Edward (yep! The double Southern names!), Linda's big brother, came out from behind a high stack of hay bales, asking, "Were you fuckin' my sister?"
"Hunh? ... wha'?" I managed to mutter.
There he was, 6 years older than I, at least 9 inches taller, and 50 pounds heavier. Not someone I was about to argue with.
"Is that what we were doin'?" I sort of blurted out.
"Sure looked like it to me!" he answered.
I didn't know what to say or what to do. I just stood there like a knot on a log.
"So now... I guess it's my turn," he continued.
"...unnnh... your turn?" I muttered.
"Yeah, my turn," he said, as he began to pull his shirt over his head. "Yeah, my turn." And with that, he unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans, and pushed them down.
I could see a real tent in his off-white briefs. I had never seen anything like that. How many 9 year-olds get a chance to see a 15 year-old with a hard-on!? I just knew that what I was looking at made me feel very funny inside. My heart was beating a-mile-a-minute and my "wee-wee" had suddenly gotten all hard again.
"Oh, yeah! You like the looks of that big cock, don't you? Look at your little cock. It's harder than when you were fuckin' my sister!"
With that he used one foot to pull the boot off his other foot, then used the toes of the bare foot to pull the other one off. As soon as the boots were off, he stepped out of the jeans that were bunched around his ankles. Without wasting a second, he put his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, kicking them off and over onto a bale of hay.
And there I was !!!! Staring at the full nakedness of the first teen boy ... or any other matured' male ... that I had ever witnessed. I thought I was going to quit breathing and die!! My knees were so weak, they began to buckle. I couldn't take my eyes away. There he stood. I had no idea how tall (5'6", 5'8", 5'10" or whatever), or any idea at all what his weight might have been. All I knew was that he – it -- was "fucking gorgeous!". My eyes, of course, went directly to his crotch. There was the same brownish bush of hair as on his sister; but what was below the hair was sooooooo much more to my liking. No red, raw, slit of whatever – but a tall-standing "wee-wee" of totally mind-boggling proportions! I try to remember it now enough to guess, but can't ... it could have been anywhere from 5 to 7 inches (the average' I keep being told) ... but to me then, it was "humongous" !! ... and, it had a foreskin!!! In his case, as hard as he was, the skin was stretched back just enough that you could see the tip of the head and the piss slit.
That's when he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the hay bales where his sister had just been lying, and then grabbed my "wee-wee" and put it tip-to-tip with his and pushed his skin forward to cover my cockhead. I thought I had died and gone to heaven!!!
It was nice with Sammy, but this was just incredible!! It was sooooo much warmer and there was just something about it that made me start to shake and shiver. Then it felt slick. That wasn't something that happened with Sammy.
"Now let's you and me have some fun," he said.
"Unnnn... okay," I said, not really knowing what might happen after all this.
"Can you cum?" he asked.
"What's that?" I countered.
"Guess not," he responded, "but I can."
"Okay," I answered, not knowing anything else to say.
"I'd really like to corn-hole you," he continued, "but you're really too young and I don't want to do something that might really hurt you. Besides, if I did, you'd probably tell someone and my dad might get fired."
"Okay," I again muttered, not having any idea what he meant.
"But I have an idea," he kept going. "Maybe I can just do it between your legs."
"Hunh?" I sort of mumbled.
"Move up on the bales," he instructed.
"Okay," I said as I back and lay down. "No, turn over," he commanded.
"Oh," I replied and did as instructed so that I was now lying on my stomach on a bed of hay, my little ass skyward.
"Great!" he said as he climbed up over me and was basically lying on top of me. "Now squeeze your legs together."
"Oh, yeah!" he said again as he lowered himself and I could feel his whole body lying over my back. What I also felt was his big, fat "wee-wee" sliding down in between the tops of my legs. "Oh, yeah! That's nice!" he whispered into my ear.
I didn't say it, but I thought it was "nice" too.
Then he began to raise and lower his hips so that his big member was slipping in and out between my legs.
"Oh... fuck... yeah!" he moaned. "Oh... fuck... yeah! That's soooooo fuckin' nice!"
All I knew was that I could imagine his hard cock pressed between my thighs, going in and out... and at the same time... that delightful extra skin was pulling back behind the slick, pink head and then re-covering it as he pushed back.
I started to moan. "Oh, yeah!!! Poke it in there!!! That feels sooo good!"
He grabbed my shoulders and started to pull them back to him!! I could feel his teen body against me and I was just totally in awe and feeling things I never felt before. That big throbbing monster was pounding against the back of my little bag and balls, but it felt wonderful. Oh, damn! How I wanted it to just keep going on and on.
"Oh... fuck... baby!! Awwwwwwwwwww... fuck !!!" he cried out. "Awwwwwwwww, yeah... awwwww.. awwwwwww!!!"
"Oh... shit! That is so nice John Edward!!! It feels so really good!" I moaned. "Keep doing that!"
With that, he leaned forward and started to chew on my neck. I thought I was about to come totally unglued and just fall apart under him.
Then he started to pound his hips harder and harder and I could feel it getting slicker inside my legs as his monster cock began to leak juice all over inside my crack.
"Awwwwwwwww... shit... Awwwwwwww... shit!!" he cried out. "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum!!!!" he grunted.
Then he jammed his cock between my legs, his body became totally rigid, his head, neck and back arched up and backward, and he just shook !!!!
That's when I felt his cock swell, throb, and start to jerk in the tight space between my legs. Then there was something wet and warm filling the gap between my legs. Oh, damn!! Was that nice!!!
...and he collapsed on top of me. I thought for a minute that I was going to be suffocated with all that weight on me, but then he raised up a bit and asked, "I didn't hurt you, baby, did I?"
"No... in fact that felt just... ... wonderful," I managed to get out, "and I like the feeling of you on me like that. Is that wrong?"
"No, baby... it's not wrong... but it's not something we should tell anyone else."
"I don't think I'll tell... if you'll do that again," I added.
For the next two years, John Edward was enjoying my tight little ass and thighs and I was learning how nice it is to hold onto a big, hot, hard, uncut cock and watch as I peeled the hood down and away from that shiny, bluish-red, smooth and beckoning mushroom head. He never tried to get into my little pucker hole, but by the end of that next summer, I sure was thinking about asking him to try. ... and somehow, Linda got the idea to go elsewhere for her own fun.
I did, also, in the meanwhile... get John Edward to let me roll face-up and have him shoot his load onto my little cock and balls and onto my tummy. That's how I learned what `cum' was all about, and probably why even now I love the feel of some hot juicy ejaculate on my cock and balls (right, John?).
This is another story by CNJSHORE9@aol.com ... if you want to write and tell me you liked it, please feel free to do so ... I will try to answer. If you want to criticize, there are two routes: (1) is "constructively" .. and I will respond; and (2) is what I call a "flame" and it will simply be `extinguished'!